Her Love was always over sized. She always wore my t-shirts to make it even.

I could see my heart vibrating my chest's skin. She noticed it and placed her
cold hand on it. It started beating swiftly, as if it belonged to her
palms and it wanted to come out and rest on the bed of her palm with the
blanket of her fingers. "Are you in Love?" She asked.

"Every night you put your hand on my heart and ask the same question. I never answer, don't you feel sad?"

"You answer me four times. Once, when your heartbeat fluctuates when I
ask it. Next, your lips, some invisible force stretch your cheeks and makes you smile. And rest two are these eyes, they close
themselves for a while, and when you open them again I get a much more
clear picture of me in you." She leaned forward held my hand and put it
under HER tee on the arch she made on her back.